You were never really a part of anything.
You thought you had friends.
You promised to make it grow into something beautiful.
You thought what you gave each other meant something.
You wondered why it went wrong.
You don't understand how it's so different.
You don't know how to make it so that at least some of it is preserved.
You don't even know if it's possible.
You hid the sun.
You ruined everything.
You blame them for crushing what you created.
You watch it all fall around you.
You try to keep the middle safe.
You break down.
You tear it apart.
You give up.
You leave it alone.
You missed it.
You went back.
You hold it.
You feel the ashes float away.
You slaughtered everything.
You are worthless and useless.
You fucking lied.